The poems of William Shakspeare, with mr. Capell's History of the origin of Shakspeare's fables, to which is added a glossary, Volume 18 |
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... stain'd with gore ; Whose blood upon the fresh flowers being shed , Doth make them droop with grief , and hang the head . What should I do , seeing thee so indeed , That trembling at the imagination , The thought of it doth make my ...
... stain'd with gore ; Whose blood upon the fresh flowers being shed , Doth make them droop with grief , and hang the head . What should I do , seeing thee so indeed , That trembling at the imagination , The thought of it doth make my ...
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... semblance he hath fed Upon fresh beauty , blotting it with blame ; Which the hot tyrant stains , and foon bereaves , As caterpillars do the tender leaves . Love comforteth , like sun - shine after rain , VENUS AND ADONIS . 27.
... semblance he hath fed Upon fresh beauty , blotting it with blame ; Which the hot tyrant stains , and foon bereaves , As caterpillars do the tender leaves . Love comforteth , like sun - shine after rain , VENUS AND ADONIS . 27.
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... stains her face with his congealed blood . She looks upon his lips , and they are pale ; She takes him by the hand , and that is cold ; She whispers in his ear a heavy tale , As if he heard the woeful words the told : She lifts the ...
... stains her face with his congealed blood . She looks upon his lips , and they are pale ; She takes him by the hand , and that is cold ; She whispers in his ear a heavy tale , As if he heard the woeful words the told : She lifts the ...
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... stain that or with filver white . But beauty , in that white intituled , From Venus ' doves doth challenge that fair field ; Then virtue claims from beauty beauty's red , Which virtue gave the golden age , to gild Their filver cheeks ...
... stain that or with filver white . But beauty , in that white intituled , From Venus ' doves doth challenge that fair field ; Then virtue claims from beauty beauty's red , Which virtue gave the golden age , to gild Their filver cheeks ...
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... stain and kill . And now this lustful lord leap'd from his bed , Throwing his mantle rudely o'er his arm ; Is madly toss'd between defire and dread ; The one sweetly flatters , the other feareth harm ; But honest Fear , bewitch'd with ...
... stain and kill . And now this lustful lord leap'd from his bed , Throwing his mantle rudely o'er his arm ; Is madly toss'd between defire and dread ; The one sweetly flatters , the other feareth harm ; But honest Fear , bewitch'd with ...
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Page 206 - Crabbed age and youth Cannot live together ; Youth is full of pleasance, Age is full of care : Youth like summer morn, Age like winter weather ; Youth like summer brave, Age like winter bare. Youth is full of sport, Age's breath is short, Youth is nimble, age is lame : Youth is hot and bold, Age is weak and cold ; Youth is wild, and age is tame.
Page 178 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love, Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : 0, no ; it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests, and is never shaken ; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Page 176 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand.
Page 136 - And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight: Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.
Page 184 - In the old age black was not counted fair, Or if it were, it bore not beauty's name; But now is black beauty's successive heir, And Beauty...
Page 168 - They that have power to hurt and will do none, That do not do the thing they most do show, Who, moving others, are themselves as stone, Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow, They rightly do inherit heaven's graces And husband nature's riches from expense ; They are the lords and owners of their faces, Others but stewards of their excellence.
Page 151 - Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end ; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Page 164 - Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing, And like enough thou know'st thy estimate: The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing; My bonds in thee are all determinate. For how do I hold thee but by thy granting? And for that riches where is my deserving?
Page 169 - Like widow'd wombs after their lords' decease : Yet this abundant issue seem'd to me But hope of orphans and unfather'd fruit ; For summer and his pleasures wait on thee, And, thou away, the very birds are mute ; Or, if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near.
Page 166 - Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now; Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross, Join with the spite of fortune...